We live always in the “between place”
The “liminal space” between one breath and another
Between one day and the next, one season and another.
Rushing: poised always on the brink of something else, “yet again”.
We reach out, seeking to grasp “something of the eternal”. Holding it close,
A talisman against that most feared portal of all,
“That day” when breath will pass to silence.
And all grasping will cease.
Always in the “between place”, always rushing,
Always poised between delight and fear,
We need reminders to STOP!
To honor where we are,
To recognize the gift of the moment.
Arise now, and greet the day.
(A Poem in Anticipation of the Ten Days of Awe, 2014)